Her faint smile wavered.
"She feels quite warm," Circe observed, glancing up at Ophelie. "Does she have a fever, perhaps?" A subtle note of concern edged into her tone.
Ophelie shook her head immediately. "No, she doesn't. Inessa's skin has always felt a little warm. I was worried when I first noticed it, but none of the physicians I consulted could explain it. They examined her thoroughly and assured me that nothing was wrong. It does not seem to trouble her in any way."
"That is rather odd," Circe murmured thoughtfully.
In her arms, the baby had completely quieted. Wide blue eyes, clear and startlingly aware, stared up at her. There was a steadiness in that gaze that made something stir uneasily in Circe's chest.
